𝗖𝗪: abuse (hinted?), slapping, hints of DDLG, Tim calls reader a “r*pe slut”, size difference, mild pain play, Jealous Tim
𝗘𝘃𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: first time I’ve ever written for Tim and this was a drag I had sitting around since summer. So it’s not great as I was lowkey high while I was finishing this up :(
When Tim had caught wind you had ended up in the infirmary due to a sparing session with Toby, he was quick to your aid. But had stopped dead in his tracks when he heard your melodic voice drifting through the cracked door. His chest swirled with anger as he peered in, his face contorting to a grimace underneath his mask.
EJ remained at your feet quietly wrapping your bloody knee with gauze, his gloved hands tickling the back of your knee. Which was what seemed to be drawing out the soft laughs from your busted lip.
He didn’t seem to pay this much mind as he shifted your leg in his larger hands carefully smoothing the gauze tape over the white bandages. Yet his hands lingered on your toned leg, mask fixated on the semi-bloody bandages. And when your leg jerked it brought the cannibal back to earth.
“All set…” he mumbled out as he stood pulling off the gloves, and your eyes followed his movement. “Am I interrupting?” Your boyfriends raspy voice echoed through the quiet room, dragging your attention from EJ. You bowed your head and stared at your knee as Tim glared at you from under his mask.
“They should be all fine. Keep them off that leg for a few days. Nothing super taxing.” EJ stated as he wrote down something on his clipboard. Tim made a noise of acknowledgment before motioning for you to get up. You used his shoulder as a crutch as he turned to EJ.
“Thanks.” EJ waved a dismissive hand and began to clean up as your boyfriend helped you wobble out of the infirmary. The air was thick with tension as he walked with you, you opened your mouth to ask what the matter was but a rough pinch to your side answered the question that didn’t even get a chance to be asked.
The room was thick with uncomfortable energy as you stepped into it. Tim shut the door with a soft click and turned to look at you. You could hear him move about, and the soft noise of his mask scraping against the dresser filled the room. Your body shook and your teeth chattered in your mouth as anxiety pooled in your stomach. Slowly his hands rested on your hips pulling you into him. His chin resting on your shoulder.
“Tim, I-“ “shut up.” He silenced you swiftly and dug his thick fingertips into your side. You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath. “Lil fuckin tramp… you liked the way he was lookin’ at you?” He asked with a deep growl. His nose pressed to the flesh of your throat. Your body tensed as you shook your head slowly. Tim laughed against your skin and squeezed you against him until your ribs protested.
“T-Tim I can’t-“ “what did I tell ya?” He hissed as he spun you around pushing you into the bed. The force from his shove was enough to knock some wind from your lungs. The killer hovered over you glaring down at your shaking frame.
His scarred lips turned upwards in a smirk, eyes filled with animalistic blood lust. “You’re a little slut. What you want your cunt stuffed with another man’s cock, hm?” he wrapped a thick hand around your throat and squeezed causing you to go cross eyed.
Your smaller fingers scratching at his leaving small red scratches in his wake. “Ohh fuck ya, look at you. Getting off to me chokin’ ya?” You squirmed beneath him and tried to suck in a gasp of air. He released his grip and watched as you came back to earth.
Your chest heaved as you panted deeply. “You gonna be a good little bitch for me?” His thumb traced your busted lip and you nodded slowly. Your bruised lips wrapping around his thumb, the killer groaned and chuckled deep within his chest.
“Good little doll” He was on you within a second. His lips latching to the flesh of your neck, teeth sinking into the flushed skin of your throat. “Gonna remind you, who you fuckin belong to.” Tim spat before cracking you across the face with an open palm. You whined out eyes fluttering as your ears began to ring.
You weakly pushed against his shoulders earning a chuckle from your lover. He cooed and gripped your hair pushing your head into the bed. His jean clothed bulge grinding down into your aching pussy, earning a low whine.
“Stay fuckin’ still.” He hissed his rough hands tearing your top apart at the buttons. Your chest heaved and a whimpered tainted your lips. Tim smirked and pushed your bra over your chest revealing your perky nipples.
His rough thumbs pinched your buds and he rolled them between his thick fingers. Your head swam as you helplessly ground your battered hips against his bulge. The rough texture of the jeans creating a dizzying friction.
“Look at ya’ haven’t even touched you, and your cunts soaked..” He chastised as he gripped your chin with his larger hand. You pathetically squirm and raise your quivering hips up.
Tim teased the tips of his calloused fingers against your panties. Watching you with a sleazy smirk as you thrashed against him. His cock straining against his boxers, the killer groaned deep as you mewled and shook for his affection.
Tim loved that about you. So desperate to please. So eager to feel good. His face soured as he recounted that meeting with EJ. The taller man slotted himself between your thighs, your cunt dragging against his bulge. He eyed you. Your furrowed brows, and sweat slick skin making a hunger flare. His larger hand ducked down and cupped your injured knee.
Your breath caught in your lungs as a sharp pain erupted, your spine bent and you cried out for him to stop. Although you were quickly ignored as he freed his cock from the confines of his jeans.
“Shut the fuck up, you’re gonna take it for me aren’t ya baby?” He urged as he flipped you onto your belly, using his weight to pin your body down. You dizzily nodded and allowed him to tug your panties down. He eased your pained leg up opening your wet, glistening entrance up to him.
“Tight lil’ thing..” he hissed as he sunk into your heat. Your mouth forming an “O” shape as he bottomed out in your pulsating sex. He didn’t wait. He didn’t need to. Your cunt slick and inviting, sucked him back in with ease.
Your eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you, the bed protesting from the harsh weight and shaking it was receiving. Your body rocked and the air was expelled from your lungs as your lover fucked into your spent cunt.
His fat meaty cock bullying your slick pussy, the only sounds being his grunts and the sound of the skin meeting skin. Tim wrapped a thick arm around your throat squeezing you tight as he abused your sweet cunt.
Your eyes rolled back as your walls tightened, your first orgasm washing over you eliciting a loud cry of pleasure to strangle itself from your maw. But that didn’t detour your boyfriend from his onslaught.
He pulled his body up bracing himself by pressing your body against the bed and using you like a flesh light. The slick sound of your juices combining made your head spin.
“F-fuck… doll.. that’s it. Milk my cock, lil r-rape slut…” You keened at his words, sex gushing around his thick dick. Your brain felt heavy as he pushed your head into the sheets.
“You ever.. fuck.. try that ah~ shit again I’ll fucking gut you, little girl.”
